Finding a Loyal Love, page 6
“Hello ladies, I’m Kyle.”
The brown skinned girl shook his hand and introduced herself as Jade.
“Hey handsome, I’m Shalaya.” Instead of shaking his hand she walked over to hug him.
She was so much shorter than him that when she wrapped her arms around his waist her head was eye level with his chest. Morgan and Jade both smiled and shook their heads. Her gesture had caught him off guard, but it seemed normal to her. When she pulled back he gave her the once over. Her eyes were a pretty shade of brown and her lips were sparkling with some red lipstick. She had a few freckles around her eyes and long red hair that reached the middle of her back. He figured it was probably weave, but she had it looking nice.
“Let me get these bags for y’all.” He winked at her before grabbing their things. Jade and Morgan were headed into the house while she was at the back of the truck grabbing her purse and a smaller bag. “Shalaya that’s a pretty name.” He watched her cheeks turn red as she blushed.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t get all shy now. You was all the way live a second ago when my sister and them were out here.”
“I’m not shy. I just don’t know you.”
“You want to know me?” She finally stopped pulling things from the trunk and turned to look at him. Between her eyes and her curves he would be lost for days if he stared too hard.
“You want to know me?”
“Hell yeah.” He smiled which in return made her smile. “You kiss on the first date?”
“No. But we ain’t on no date so it don’t count.” With that she stepped toward him and met him halfway for a kiss.
When their lips touched Lay knew that she would have to change her panties. He smelled so good and his lips were so soft. His warm tongue slid in and out of her mouth a few times before she pulled away. She looked away in embarrassment before grabbing her things and hurrying into the house. He watched the way her big backside moved when she walked before shaking his head. He grabbed his manhood and gave it a light squeeze.
They’d been feeling each other ever since. They never did anything more than talk and kiss, but it wasn’t because they didn’t want to. It just seemed like the timing was never right.
“Kyle, you ready?” Lay-Lay’s voice broke him from his thoughts. She was standing there with two bags in her hand.
“You already paid?”
Lay-Lay nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go,”
“Why you ain’t tell me. I would have got it for you,”
“I didn’t need you to. I got money.” Lay-Lay frowned at him for a second.
Kyle shook his head and grabbed her hand so that they could leave. He took her bags and led her to the food court. He stopped at the ATM and withdrew four hundred dollars. He stuck in her purse as she tried to move it. They went back and forth for a few minutes before she finally gave in and took it.
“I got you Lay-Lay. Don’t do that shit no more. If you want something let me know and I’ll get it for you.” She grudgingly agreed before they went to order food. When they were seated Lay-Lay pulled her phone from her purse and checked her messages. Just like she knew he would, Smoke had left her three voicemails and two text messages.
Smoke: Let me find out you out here tricking off ima put my foot in your ass
Smoke: Whatever nigga you with, I hope you stay your ass with him!
Smoke: LAY YOUR ASS BETTER CALL ME BACK!
She rolled her eyes and threw her phone back into her bag. She zipped her zipper so hard that she almost snatched it off. Who in the hell did Smoke think he was talking to like that? As much dirt as his ass did he had some nerve coming at her like that. He had her fucked all the way up.
“Your man been calling?” Kyle had watched the way her face frowned up when she looked at her phone. He knew that it was only a matter of time before that nigga was calling. He just hoped whatever he said to her, didn’t mess up the good day they were having.
“Yeah, but I don’t care.” She waved her hand dismissively and kept eating.
“Do you need to call him back?” That wasn’t what Kyle wanted her to do, but she was free to do what she wanted. He wasn’t about to act like he didn’t know that she had a man.
Lay-Lay shook her head no and leaned forward to eat the food from his fork. “I’m good. He’ll be alright. Ashley ain’t been calling you?”
Kyle leaned back in his seat and laughed. “You know damn well that girl’s name ain’t no damn Ashley.”
She smirked back as she chewed on her food dramatically. “I said have Ayanna been calling you?”
“Ayanna huh?”
“Ain’t that her name?” Lay asked with her brows furrowed.
“Shalaya, you know that girls name is Alissa and yes. She called me the whole ride here and earlier this morning. The difference is she and I aren’t in a relationship. You and your boy Smoke are.”
Lay-Lay looked away at the people coming up the stairs and stuck her fork into Kyle’s plate again. When he noticed what she was doing he pushed it toward her so she could get what she wanted. She had done the same thing last night and on the ride up. He would buy her what she wanted to eat, but she still ate his food. He didn’t mind it though. He thought it was cute. It wasn’t much Lay could say to that because he was right. The rest of their lunch went by rather smoothly once they moved on from that topic. Once they were done eating Kyle grabbed her bags with one hand and her hand with the other. Lay liked holding hands. That was another thing she and Smoke never did. They had just got outside when some woman called his name. When Lay-Lay looked across the street she was headed towards them.
“Hey Major Taylor! I haven’t seen you in forever. How are you?” She was smiling so hard that you could see almost every tooth in her mouth.
“I’m doing well Candice. How are you?”
“Better now,” She winked and Lay-Lay squeezed Kyle’s hand tighter. That lil’ hoe was flirting with him like she wasn’t even standing there.
“Candice, this is Shalaya, Shalaya this is Candice. She and I used to work together.”
Lay-Lay smiled and said hello. The way Candice responded with her dry ass hello made Lay-Lay want to take hers back. She had barely even looked at her. Lay-Lay chuckled lightly because that chick didn’t know her, or she would know to come a little more correct than what she was doing. Kyle tried to carry on a brief conversation, but Candice kept talking. Not only was she laughing at everything he was saying, but she kept touching him. Touch him again. Just like Lay figured, she touched him again. That time running her hand down his arm.
“Y’all can talk without all that touching sweetie.” Lay picked Candice’s hand up off of Kyle’s arm and dropped it. Kyle tried to grab Lay-Lay’s hand, but it was too late. He had already been able to tell that Candice was getting on Lay-Lay’s nerves.
“Excuse me, but don’t touch me.”
“I’m not the one baby girl, so please try me. Touch him again and see what happens. I tried to be nice, but you’re being blatantly disrespectful. If you want to act like you don’t see me then cool. But your best bet is to act like you don’t see him either.”
Candice rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Kyle. “You can do a lot better Major Taylor.” With that said she walked away.
Lay-Lay wanted so badly to say something else, but she didn’t. She didn’t want to have to slap Candice and embarrass herself, or Kyle. Instead she let his hand go and walked to the car. He called her name, but she kept walking. When he finally got to the car she was waiting there with her arms folded over her chest. He tried talking to her the whole ride home, but she said nothing. Once they got in the house and he placed the bags down he sat next to her on the couch. He asked he what was wrong repeatedly until she finally stopped ignoring him.
“You were being just as disrespectful as your little friend. Your ass was standing there letting her touch on you like I wasn’t right there.”
“What was I supposed to do Shalaya?”
“Move your ass out the way, or tell her to stop. Either one would have been better than what you did.”
Kyle rubbed his hand across his head. “Shalaya, I understand that you’re mad, but I think you’re forgetting that we’re not together.”
Lay-Lay looked at him and hopped up from the couch. She couldn’t believe that he had said something like that to her. He was right, but still. He could have more respect than to let another female touch him just because they weren’t “boyfriend and girlfriend”.
“I haven’t forgot shit. Only thing I should have forgot about was your ass. I should have never came here. You’re so stupid and inconsiderate. You make me sick!” Lay was full out yelling now. He had hurt her feelings with that comment.
“Shalaya, watch your mouth when you’re talking to me. I’m not a little ass boy you can just boss around. I’m a grown ass man and you’ll speak to me as such.”
“Whatever Kyle,” she said as she leaned against the wall. Her arms were tucked behind her back and she was breathing a little hard. Kyle could tell that she was angry and he knew the perfect way to fix it.
He got up and got in her face. He placed both of his hands on the wall behind her and leaned over so that they were face to face. “You mad at me Shalaya?”
“Get the fuck out my face Kyle.”
“What I just tell you about talking to me like that?”
“I’m ready to go home,” She poked her bottom lip out as she avoided making eye contact with him.
Kyle could tell that she didn’t want to look at him, but too bad, because she didn’t have a choice. He grabbed her chin and made her look at him. “You ain’t going home. What you are going to do is get your ass in that room and take off these clothes.”
Lay-Lay looked at him and tried to move away, but he pressed his whole body against her, stopping her movement. “I’m not playing. I’m finna fuck the shit out you. Maybe after that you’ll learn how to talk to a grown man.” Kyle kissed her nose, then her lips as he ran his hand between her thighs and back around to her butt. She was trying to resist his touch, but she was failing terribly. “Go do what I told you to do.”
He slapped her butt hard before moving out of the way so that she could walk past. He made sure that the doors were locked as he watched her practically run up the stairs. When he was finally finished and walked into his room, she was pulling her shirt over her head. Kyle stopped in mid-stride as he observed her body. Versus boy shorts like she’d had on the other night, tonight she wore a pair of red thongs. Had he not seen the strings around her waist he would have never known. Her butt had swallowed the thin fabric of those panties. When she noticed him at the door, she turned to face him. Her breasts were sitting up perfectly in a red bra that matched the panties.
“You want me to take off the rest?” Her tone and face were both innocent.
Kyle shook his head no. He wanted to see her in just that for a moment. “Shit, Lay-Lay. Come here.”
She walked slowly toward him. If he didn’t know any better he would think she was shy. That couldn’t be right though. Not big bad Lay-Lay. He just knew that she wasn’t scared of the D. “You’re so perfect. Everything about you is amazing.”
He wrapped both hands around her neck lightly and kissed her mouth. She latched on to his tongue and went full speed. She was devouring his lips. After a little more tongue play she pulled away and looked down. She started fidgeting with his belt so she could undress him. When she bent down to help pull his legs out of his pants she paused for a minute in front of him staring at the hardness in his boxers. She leaned forward and kissed his penis through the fabric and stood back up. The way she was looking at him was turning him on in a major way. He stood still and let her run her hands all over his chest and back before he squatted down a little and picked her up. He licked and sucked her neck as he walked them to the bed. Lay’s thighs had his waist in a vice grip. Her legs were wrapped so tightly around him that he could feel the moisture from her center as she pressed against his stomach. Kyle leaned forward to lay her on the bed, but she held onto him tighter. She didn’t want to let him go, so he laid down on top of her. He kissed and groped her body until he was at full length. As he scooted down the bed he placed kisses on her breasts and stomach. He worked her body over with his tongue until she moaned for him to stop. He’d removed her panties and bra and she was now fully naked. He stood at the bottom of his large bed and stared at her. He wanted to take in that moment just in case it never happened again. Out of all the years he and Lay had been feeling each other, they’d never had sex. They’d done a lot of kissing and touching, but it stopped there. He’d been waiting to taste her for so long and now that he had, he couldn’t get enough. The essence from her body smelled and tasted so good. He’d never known anything like her. Her long red hair was sprawled across his pillow as she fidgeted beneath his gaze. Where that newfound shyness had come from he didn’t know. Lay-Lay had never been the shy type. Even the few times they’d kissed and practically fucked with their clothes on she was all for it. More times than not she had been the aggressor. Now every time he looked at her for longer than a few seconds she seemed nervous. Every curve she had was beautiful. Even the cellulite she had on her thighs was favored by him. He’d made sure to kiss every blemish, or dent her body adorned. His eyes travelled from her stomach up to her eyes. She was looking at him straight in the face. Their eyes stayed on one another as she licked her lips and he absentmindedly began to stroke himself. Kyle didn’t know what it was about her that kept him coming back. She was nothing like the women he normally dated and that was fine with him. She didn’t need to be; she was perfect the way she was. He continued to stroke himself as she opened her legs and ran her fingers over her wetness. She massaged her clit with one hand and pinched and pulled at her nipples with the other. She kept her eyes on him as she followed his lead. She matched his pace with fervor and need. The faster his hand moved up and down the thick brown monster he was holding, the faster she worked her fingers. Watching Kyle please himself to the sight of her body, made her hot. She wanted to get up and do all kinds of nasty things to him, but she couldn’t. Her body was locked in this moment. Her eyes to his, her desire matched his, her heart forever intertwined with his. This man was beautiful in every aspect. From his heart to the sexy God like body, not to mention the monstrous piece of chocolate that would soon fill her insides. The more she thought about him, the wetter she became. After a few minutes of uncontested ecstasy she could feel her body get warm and tingly. Being that Kyle was so in tune with her he knew that her orgasm was on the rise as well. He stroked himself faster as he dove head first into her warmth. His hot mouth on her sensitive folds pushed her over the edge.
“AHHHHHH!” She belted out.
Her scream echoed throughout the semi-empty room. Her legs were trembling slightly as Kyle continued to suck on her body. The feeling was too much to handle, so she began to push at his head and scoot up into the pillows. When Kyle saw her trying to run away he locked his arms down around her thighs and pulled her back down into his face. His tongue was assaulting her pussy with no remorse. The loud moans he made as he ate her box had her head in a totally different place. She’d never had pleasure to that extent. Smoke could give head, but he couldn’t touch Kyle’s skills. He gave her oral pleasure until she’d bust again. That time all over his face. When he stood back up his nose, chin, and lips were glistening with the evidence of her orgasm. Her light skin was flushed red as she tried to regain her composure from the back to back orgasms he’d just given her. He licked his lips making sure that she could see how much he enjoyed the taste of her. Before he slid down on top of her he grabbed the t shirt from the side of his bed to wipe his hands. He had climaxed at the same time she had. It was crazy that just by pleasing her, he could please himself. That had never happened before. Hearing her moans, and feeling her want for him had his dick jumping with excitement. He’d cum just before he began sucking the juices from her orgasm. She watched him closely observing what he was doing. She looked a little surprised.
“You came too?” Her voice mirrored her thoughts.
He chuckled lightly as he nodded his head yes.
“You’re the only woman to ever do that to me,” He was now kneeling in front of her on the bed. He dipped his finger in and out of her warm tunnel. “You let that nigga fuck you with no condom?”
Lay-Lay paused momentarily because that question had come out of nowhere. “No. We used to in the beginning, but ever since I found out about him cheating, we use protection. That’s only when I decide to even give him any.”
Kyle’s facial expression softened as he leaned in for a kiss. “I’m not about to wear a condom. I need to feel you. I’ve waited too long for this.” He watched her, waiting for her response.
When she reached between them and grabbed his dick with both hands he knew that she agreed. He positioned himself over her as she guided him to her opening. Once he was sure that she was ready he eased in slowly. He was a big man and he didn’t want to hurt her. He could tell by the way she was shifting and scooting back that it was painful. “Don’t run Shalaya. Take it” Her eyes bucked before squeezing tightly shut again. She moaned to him how much it hurt. He smothered her cries with his mouth, kissing her until he was all the way in.
“Ahhhh shit! Mmm, damn Shalaya.” He bit his bottom lip as her tight, warm walls swallowed him.
He moved in and out of her slowly. The more he moved the tighter she held him. Her legs were once again wrapped tightly around his body as she clawed at his back. Lay had never in her life had dick that made her want to cry. She wanted to cry because the pain was almost unbearable. On top of that, Kyle was being so gentle and loving with her. All of the men she’d slept with in the past never really meant much to her. Smoke was the only other person that she’d made love to, but it was nothing like that. Every stroke he hit her with made her feel like a virgin again. She was sure that the scratches she put on his back sucked him into her pain. She’d always thought back scratches were imaginations from books and movies, but after that night she’d forever be a believer. Kyle’s dick was humongous and he was killing her. She knew that he was being as gentle as possible, but it was going to take some time.
